The moisture between my fingerprints
and the screen, incessantly squeaking.

All over your face.

If I imagine hard enough.

I begin to feel the softness of your
skin and flesh.

And when I turn around, there you are
standing.

So, I reach out, and touch your face.

Because touching your face on Facebook,
isn't as wonderful, as feeling it in person.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Jacob Woods studies sociology at Hamline University in St. Paul
Minnesota. He is addicted to taking creative writing classes and might
major in that as well. He keeps a blog at Good as Gay where he blabbers
about LGBTQ soup things and other intellectual matters that concern him.